Chapter 14: Permission Granted

Friday, June 28, 8:15 a.m.

My phone blares the new Morgan Wallen single telling me it’s time to get up. I’m not a morning guy, so normally I’m pretty pissed off right about now. Not today though. Today is gonna be off the charts. The sunlight is slicing through the blinds as I grab my phone and kill my alarm. I’m rock-hard before my eyes open, dreams of Holly’s ass in my palms, Kelly’s throat, Billy’s fist in her hair.

I double-check my schedule, only two lawns today so I should be done by lunchtime. I probably should double-check the schedule for tonight with everyone else, so I fire off a text to our group chat. “What time does everyone work today? I’ve 2 lawns done around noon. Billy, your parents still leaving this morning?”

Holly: 10-5. You can give me a ride right?

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up and take you between jobs. Be there at 9:30.”

Billy: Parents leaving in 20. 10-5 for me as well so Holly, why don’t you just ride with me? I’ll swing by at 9:30.

Holly: Perfect.

Kelly: Been here since 7. Get off at 1.

Billy: i’ll leave the door by the pool unlocked and you guys can come over whenever.

Holly: I was promised 2 hard cocks tonight so don’t wear Shane out before I can even get there 🤣

Kelly: I’ll make sure he gets a nap before you get there 🔥🔥🔥

Yeah, today is gonna be unreal. I toss the phone, yank on shorts. The fabric scrapes my cock, already leaking.

I loaded the truck up last night, so I grab a bagel and I’m out the door and on my way in less than 15 minutes. The sun is already brutal, but I barely even notice. All I can think about is the three pussies that I’m going to hammer over the next 36 hours.

By 11:45 I’m drenched, sweat carving salty rivers down my abs, shorts plastered to my thighs, grass clippings stuck to my calves. The anticipation is killing me, but I need a shower more than anything right now.

I stop at home for a quick shower, the cold water shocking my skin, cock twitching at the thought of Kelly’s mouth, Holly’s ass. Not to mention Debbie. I still don’t have much of a plan for her tomorrow, but I’ll figure something out.

It’s about 1:00 when I roll up to Billy’s, tires crunching gravel. House is dark, but Billy left the door by the pool unlocked, so I walk around back and make my way into the kitchen through the back door. I brought my cooler from work, so I fill it with ice and a couple of beers. I head out to the pool, ditching my shirt on the way.

Holy shit, the sun is hot. I’m stretched on a chaise, skin slick with sweat, beer gone warm in my fist. Kelly should be here soon. That will give us a couple of hours before Billy and Holly get off work. Last time she said she wants it rougher. Be careful what you wish for is something my mom always says.

1:37. Gate squeals. Kelly strides through, lifeguard tank plastered to her tits, nipples dark against the soaked fabric. Ponytail drips. She drops her backpack, kicks off her flip-flops, peels the tank up and over, slow, deliberate. No bra. Tits bounce free, heavy, sun-pink. Shorts drop next, kicked aside. She’s naked before the latch clicks shut.

“Miss me?” she rasps, voice raw from yelling at kids all morning.

“Hell yeah. What’s in the bag?”

“That’s for later. You’ll love it.”

I set the beer down, stand. The concrete burns my soles. She saunters closer, hips rolling, water still beading on her collarbone. I grab her wrist, yank her to me. Our mouths crash, teeth, tongue, chlorine and coconut sunscreen. She tastes like salt and summer.

I spin her, shove her against the pool house wall. Rough stucco bites her back; she hisses, arches into me. I pin her wrists above her head with one hand, the other sliding down, over a breast, thumb flicking the nipple hard, then lower, between her thighs. She’s soaked, slick and hot. Two fingers plunge in; she bucks, moans into my mouth.

“Remember what I told you the other day?” she asks, breath hitching.

“Yeah,” I reply.

“Prove it. Fuck the shower, take me right here.”

She laughs, breathless, and wriggles free. Dives into the pool, clean arc, barely a splash. Emerges at the shallow end, water streaming off her tits, hair plastered to her neck. She crooks a finger.

I strip fast, shorts, boxers, gone. Cock springs free, already aching. I dive in after her. Water shocks my overheated skin. I surface behind her, hands on her hips, pull her ass against me. She grinds back, pussy sliding along my length.

I spin her, lift her onto the pool’s edge. She spreads wide, water lapping at her thighs. I drop to my knees on the submerged step, mouth on her clit, sucking, biting, tongue flicking. She threads fingers in my wet hair, yanks hard. Her hips jerk; water sloshes. I shove three fingers inside, curl, pump. She comes fast, loud, filthy, thighs clamping my head, pussy pulsing around my fingers. Hope the neighbors aren’t paying attention because damn, she is a screamer.